There is honor between bitches

When you're a fifty-year-old woman, no one really bothers to look at you anymore, much less value your opinion. It's hard on the old ego. But damn, it does make it easy to get away with a lot.

I devote most of my day to writing, and try to turn out at least four pages a day. As for what triggers the creative process, it's a mystery to me! Characters often just walk on the page and I wait to see what they do and say while I'm writing them.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

We dream our dreams, and sometimes they take us to places we never anticipate. But they are our dreams, and we go where they lead.

Ha! Kids! You have no idea what you put your parents through, either. Wait till you have your own, you'll see. That's when you'll know what it really feels like." .. "What what feels like?"..."Love," said Angela.

We never know until the beast of opportunity is staring us in the face.